And she wears her hat a-tilt
Over bangs that never wilt
In the dew.

"T is rumored chocolate creams

Are the fabrics of her dreams-
But enough!

I know beyond a doubt

That she carries them about
In her muff.

With her dimples and her curls
She exasperates the girls
Past belief:

They hint that she's a cat,
And delightful things like that,
In their grief.

It is shocking, I declare!
But what does Dollie care

When the beaux

Come flocking to her feet

Like the bees around a sweet

Little rose!

SAMUEL MINTURN PECK.

BEWARE.

I KNOW a maiden fair to see,

Take care!

She can both false and friendly be,
Beware! Beware!

Trust her not, she is fooling thee!